Real Life Bambi and Thumper
Real deer destroys fake deer
What makes this article for me isn’t the references to deer going bonkers (damn little deathtraps) but the obviously-written-by-a-reader tone of the article. My favorite phrase is “Wisconsin residents will have nine days from this Saturday to blow living hell out of as many deer as they can”. Yeah, that’s how the pros word it, too.
And we were only 2 days away, too.
November is not for driving.
Two years ago, we had a short November snow, and on what should have been a routine shopping trip, we slid through a part of the parking lot that was a little snowier than the rest. As a result, our left turn wasn’t. We bounced the Neon’s front right tire against a curb. That resulted in replacement of the tire, rim, and I think some axel parts.
Last year, much earlier in November, I came through an S-curve while being blinded by oncoming traffic, only to find a deer standing in my lane. You’ve all got a rough idea of how that went.
And today, Nighthawk and I drove the Neon from our place, to Lowe’s (to return the miter saw that didn’t), then to Sears (to buy a miter saw that will hopefully both miter and saw) and then back through Spring City to go home. We stopped at a stop light, turned right, and immediately discovered someone in our lane stopped and hoping to turn left. Rather than hit her, we dove right once again, and ate yet another curb.
End result: as yet unknown. The car’s front wheels look a little duck-footed, and it’s not currently safely drivable. Whether just the rim and tire are shot, or whether we’ve blown things out seriously this time will be determined by the dealership tomorrow.
Next year, I’m going to work on devising a way to not have either member of the family drive in November.
Hey, Hooters has planes. Why not Jiffy Pop?
Okay, story time!
Back in late January or early February, my cousin was in a car accident which resulted in the airbag deploying. (She was and is fine.) That event was the inspiration for today’s comic, which I finished drawing by oh, roughly the middle of February.
But I really felt that using a joke like this against my characters required some kind of background — what the hell would’ve happened that would have resulted in an airbag going off? Well, longtime readers know that I hit a deer back in November of ‘04, and though the only thing that exploded in my case was the deer’s ass (it shat on my car. the nerve.), a slightly larger deer and a slightly heavier lead foot on my part may have caused an airback deployment… so around June I got enough fragmented pieces of a plan together to actually start this arc… which was somewhat inconvenient considering that I’d started a different arc back in May that still stands unfinished.
We’ll get back to that. I promise. But since it took Marin 140 days of our time to get through just over 12 hours of her time, I think it’s time we give the poor girl a rest.
Besides, I have a Halloween comic to run (a day early, on Monday, at that!), and maybe some Jesus-in-a-box stuff… you know, brain stretch for a bit.
Anyway, this may very well be one of the longest set-up-to-punchline time spans in horrible-amateur comics. Hope you enjoyed it as much as I did.
Scalped
Remember Night, and the Stars for Keeps? There’s a desktop background based on that comic — but you have to click the Top Web Comics vote button at the left to see it.
